Chapter 58

One identifies the truth, the other recognizes treasures; the spirit of the blood-dragon destiny-seed staff is truly a match made in heaven! Mi Dou was quite satisfied; this finally looked like a formidable destiny-seed weapon.

Having a deep affection for the zither and being thoroughly familiar with its history, the moment he saw it, he recalled its origin.

"It seems I will have to go to the Azure Cloud Bamboo Grove to the west another day to cut a few more stalks and make a bamboo bed," Lin Tianxuan said with a somewhat helpless smile. This entire medicinal field was Yan Yuluo's private property, and naturally, the bamboo house and everything inside it belonged to her as well. Since he had broken her things, he needed to quickly craft a replacement and put it back.

His arms were frequently marked with scratches from cats and dogs, yet he remained remarkably patient with them.

Human meridians are born unobstructed; these impurities accumulate slowly within the body over time, lodging in the meridians and impeding the flow of vital blood.

Carrying the innate pride of a native of Qin, Ye Bai looked around. He seemed to have already been regarded as a murderous fiend, but he felt no need to offer any explanation. His sole thought right now was to kill the person before him; if the inspecting immortal envoy were to discover this thought, they would undoubtedly consider Ye Bai a madman.

Lei Dachui sighed helplessly, had no choice but out of the cabin with his hammer, smashed it against the surrounding starry expanse, and returned straight to the cabin without even looking back.

He realized he had no comparison to him whatsoever. At this moment, his gaze remained fixed intently on the blurry image.

Aside from a lingering sense of palpitation, Mo Liu did not halt his attacks. The fierce expression in his eyes grew even more intense, and wasting no more time, he leveraged the momentum of his sideways dodge to sweep his sword across the Death Monarch's flank.

Seeing that everyone's spirits were rather low, Zhu Yougong felt that as their senior brother, it was necessary to boost their morale. A smile instantly appeared on his face as he said, "Everyone need not feel so disheartened. Is this not yet the very last moment? As long as it is not the final moment, it means there is still hope."

Of course, the prerequisite was that it had to match the characteristics of one's own soul beast. Just like Seventh Lass's Moon-Gazing Celestial Wolf, which was a purely soul-type soul beast, the techniques it learned naturally had to be soul-attribute cultivation methods for the optimal choice.

This soul barrier was essentially an external application of a soul shield, designed to ward off such soul-based attacks.

Yi Han felt both amused and helpless; if anyone else had been present to witness this scene, one could only wonder what they would have thought.

Seeming to have anticipated this long ago, Zhong Yuan did not appear surprised. However, he still bowed respectfully toward Patriarch Taimang, who was walking forward unhurriedly through the void.

Setting aside these distracting thoughts, Fang Jie was just about to formulate his plans for the near future when he accidentally caught sight of the apple of his eye staring blankly at him, causing his heart to flutter involuntarily.

Although Qi Yan spoke in a soft and gentle tone, every single word was as sharp as a needle, piercing Ting Lingjun and leaving him entirely at a loss.

"No way, absolutely not! Cultivation is strictly forbidden. What if you end up like Asia the Invincible and start liking men?" Zheng Tai's tone brooked no argument.

However, this fellow was astonishingly lazy. Unless absolutely necessary, he would never cook for himself, and in the past, he would frequently run over to Yue Lang's place for a free meal. He would fish a little and farm a little, living a rather leisurely life, yet at twenty-eight years old, he remained unmarried just like Yue Lang, giving off a somewhat carefree and roguish vibe.

A moment later, the fruit was seen slowly deflating until nothing was left but the peel. To his astonishment, Yue Lang discovered that the fruit's flesh was actually liquid, filled entirely with juice and devoid of seeds. How bizarre and wondrous! There was no telling what kind of fruit tree it came from.

Still, his primary focus remained on the phrase "go settle accounts at the Ni family," and a bright, golden gleam flashed in his eyes.

Because Su Jiuqing knew very well that once matters reached this stage, the scale of the commotion could only go so far.

Hu Jianjun and Hu Jianqiang exchanged glances, unable to figure out what Hu Mingchen was driving at. However, the habits formed over the past few years led them to follow his arrangements anyway, and carrying curiosity and doubt, they sat down to the side.

At this time in Xiangping City, due to the bitter cold, most of the defending soldiers were hiding in wind-sheltered corners to keep warm. Some had not even come up to the city walls at all, choosing instead to rest in the warm bedding of their military tents.

Later on, King You of Zhou was slain by the Xirong, and their ancestor, Duke Xiang, led troops to rescue the Zhou, subsequently dispatching forces to escort King Ping to Luoyi. For his meritorious service, Duke Xiang was enfeoffed as a feudal lord, and the lands west of Mount Qi were bestowed upon the state of Qin.

Shen Zhiyun turned and left right after speaking. Only by maintaining a dynamic similar to their past interactions would Gu Jingchen feel more at ease; there were some things he could not rush.

Whatever Gu Jingchen desired, Shen Zhiyun would spare no effort to secure, fulfilling Gu Jingchen's wishes.

"I know, I know. I'll have Zhang Heng accompany me later." Da'a was well aware of his own shortcomings and had now learned the value of cooperation.

Su Jingfeng coughed awkwardly, then hurriedly slowed down his movements a fraction before leaning in to look at the baby again.

On one side of Yuzhang stood Lady Changsun, clad in identical armor. Back in the day, Lady Changsun had taken to the battlefields and slain enemies as well, so she was hardly a stranger to such sights.

He was a young man with handsome features and a well-proportioned physique. His long, ice-blue hair was bound in a feathered crown, and he wore a tailored white robe. In every gesture, he exuded a nobility that seemed rooted in his very bones, while a chilling luster flickered within his pupils, making it impossible for anyone to meet his gaze directly.